Little victims of poverty

It wasn't raining outside. But I suddenly felt cold. It was my hand,which was touching a wet school dress of the little girl(age around 12 or 13) sitting next to me, in the bus. I had been so obsessed with my own thoughts that I didn't see her before.
I felt 'cold' at heart. How could someone possibly be wearing a such wet dress? It wasn't only soaking. How couldn't she be shivering with cold? May be she's so much used to it.
And the dress was so crumpled; probably it has never seen a pressing iron. It was clear to me that she was wearing it just out of washing.
Her bag was on her lap. It looked like as if it had been used for 10 years, which had a thousand mendings. But still I could see the books inside, through the big hole where it's zipper had been. My eyes unconsciously went to her shoes, but felt that they shouldn't have. It's not good to describe her. She was only one little victim of poverty.
Well,I know.. may be I shouldn't have bothered.. just like everyone else.. so I went back to my own thoughts..
And just wondered how brave that little heart is..
Going to school wearing those wet clothes..

What should i do?

I am in the bus. It hardly moves;huge traffic. A little child of about age 5 or 6(obviously not more than that) gets on to the bus. He has a bunch of, some kind of leaflets in his hand. He starts distributing them to the passengers. One for me too. Then he goes to the front, leans on one of the poles & starts singing something (i didn't quite understand the words). Half a minute;He comes back and collects the leaflets. Oh!i've forgot to read it. He'swearing a T-shirt which is as 5 times bigger as himself. No slippers. His hand has a lot of wounds. I smile with him, just slightly. He smiles back; innocent smile. He just passes me and gets off. Probably to get into another bus.
The lady next to me says,"you're encouraging them to beg". May be because I gave money. I can only smile back. But I 'm thinking to myself, "Oh man,Did I??, well yes, she might be correct.., but I just couldn't help it". What if that little one gets beaten (or who knows what they do to them!), if he had no money in his hand at the end of the day. Obviously he didn't choose begging for a living by himself! he's so little. Can't even speak properly. What does he get to eat?Does someone sing for him when he sleeps? Does he get medicine when he is ill?
What should I do? Just feel sorry for him and ignore? Or put the blame on Poverty or War,which cannot speak for themselves, and just ignore? That little Child?

Why we should place our concerns more on Children..

I'm very dissappointed that we find our young generation facing a big threat of being abused,in various ways.. Ways that we can never even imagine.. And still being unable to do much about it.
everyone of us see it but most of us dont do anything about it, because we got our own things to do, including myself.. Because everyone of us, well most probably everyone reading this, had a good childhood; because we hope and feel safe that our own children will not face any threats of being abused, because we would look after them well.. But is it only our children who shoud be happy and 'well Groomed' in this world?

We all worry about our children losing moral values, being abused by our own people, by us may be.. But do we ever think of anyway of doing anything about it? Or Why it is happening?

Do you know that Sri lanka is one of the top rated countries where child abusing is concerned?
Please.. Let's give it a thought. Let's at least do the least things we could do,to protect the children of Sri lanka..
Let us give the childhood they deserve.. At least to one child,who's at this moment, suffering, struggling to survive, somewhere in this country..